I can’t guarantee that I’ll write this post in one sitting. My pregnancy brain has reached its peak. (At least, I hope it won’t get worse in the next few weeks!
Whenever I want or need to read an article, a blog post, an email, etc., I can never seem to get through it anymore. Tonight my attention span is so poor that I opened three tabs of news articles that I am really interested in, but am simply unable to do anything more than open those tabs. I tried to read them; I really did. But then I noticed that my Twitter tab said there were 3 new tweets. Ten minutes later, I tried to read again. But then the towels in the drier were finished. And the attempts go on from there. I still have yet to read an article.
Did you find ways to manage your pregnancy brain? I’ll try to read your suggestions in five attempts or less.
The other day, I pulled on a pair of maternity jeans that I hadn’t worn in a week or two only to discover that they were a bit tight in the behind. There hasn’t been any other change in the way my other pants fit, so I don’t know if my butt is expanding or if the jeans were in the drier too long. :’( Needless to say, my body image took a bit of a hit at that moment.
Later, the hubster was lying on his stomach when I walked into the room. My eyes went straight to his tiny, tight butt and I almost burst into tears. I whined, “Will you still love me if I end up with a big butt?!?!?!”
Thankfully, the hubster has been very kind with my crazy body image issues lately. He even offered up the ultimate sacrifice: he asked if I wanted him to get fat with me.
…you start crying over a Kay commercial just because the woman is rocking a baby.